She enters through the exit
Looking vaguely pregnant
Her flaxen hair a web of deceit in itself
She holds the door open
For what must be her boyfriend
They adhere to the diner's policy of Seat Yourself

They both just order coffee
And after a fit of coughing
He asks if she's had a chance to read the screenplay that he wrote
For a minute she thinks can she just
Break it to him gently but
Knows it's all going to come out after she clears her throat

Honey, you write like a mechanic
And your cooking tastes like World War 2
Your breath smells borderline satanic
And I'm just not the girl for you

At the table next to them
Another guy and his girlfriend
Are saying in hushed tones things that would normally be yelled
He looks deep into her eyes
And says that he would never lie
Which is in fact a lie and it's clear that she can tell

She says that she'll be leaving him
If she can't start believing him
But that's also a lie and it's one he's heard before
He tries to apologize
In hopes that she won't start to cry
But before he can she's already halfway out the door

Baby wait up, let's talk this over
Unless you don't love me anymore
Let's get married in October
But her answer is obscured

I pull out my cell phone to
See if I've missed a call from you
Of course that's not the case, and hey look it's almost ten
Quietly I pay my tab
Go outside and hail a cab
And can't believe my luck at having been stood up again